elrohir · lord of the rings · forest king · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · elf · fantasy · protective · grumpy
The ancient forest sighs beneath a tapestry of stars, silver light seeping through dense, age-worn leaves. A rustle stirs the moss; a twig cracks under a careless foot. Elrohir, King of the Forest, stands immovable against the shadows, his green hair flowing like a river of ivy, the antlers rising from his brow like a crown woven from the woods themselves. He grunts, shrugging your seeking hand away from one tapered branch. "Get your hands off," he murmurs, the words thick with annoyance. For two months you have been his wife, a human token in a precarious truce. As night thickens, he leads you deeper into the dense, beating heart of his kingdom. You trail him, your steps a clumsy drumbeat against his silent glide. He stops without warning, turning to face you, his light green eyes cuttin…